And have mine carried to the green.

Look sharp, now!" Then, with a nod at the girl, he ran up the steps and vanished in the club-house, bound for the locker-room.
Fifteen minutes the girl waited on the green, watching others drive off from the little tees and inwardly chafing to be in action.

Fifteen, and then twenty, before Waldron finally appeared, immaculate in white, bare-armed and with a loose, checked cap shading his close-set eyes.

The fact was, in addition to having changed his clothes, he had felt obliged to linger in the bar for a little Scotch; and one drink had meant another; and thus precious moments had sped.
But his smile was confident as he approached the green.

Women, after all, he reflected, were meant to be kept waiting.